because you are the best laaaawyyyyerrrr in tooowwwwnnnn

tomorrow i will be done forever

and im feeling VERY nostalgic

all i want to do is take pictures of everything at york 

mainly the things that mattered to me

so basically i want to take pictures of every bathroom at york 

that i hid in instead of being social

or going to class

or doing anything 

i realized a few days ago when i was there that i know where all the bathroom at york are

and not because i have poor bladder control

so maybe that's what i'll do

that is EXACTLY what i'll do

i'm going to take pictures of every bathroom i've ever lingered in a little too long to be considered normal to avoid having to make eye contact or walk through a crowd or *gasp* actually attempt conversation in a setting that isn't a classroom

im going to take pictures of them all and make a scrap book titled: 

"york university: the best years of my life!"

but secretly it will be all about social anxiety 

and how a desire to constantly impress everyone 

at all times 

makes it worse

as does copious amounts of coffee

and i'm going to decorate it with stickers

i've actually wanted to make a scrap book for a long time 

but i can never think of anything worth documenting on paper in my life

because facebook is faster 

project!!

i'm listening to the weezer tribute album

it makes me think of highschool

and why i never hid in the bathroom there

?

and that makes me concerned for when i am older

will i hide in more bathrooms, more of the time?

cause that's the direction i appear to be headed

i love how i talk about my stupidity as if it is something thats happening to me and entirely out of my control

and not something i could choose to change

i was thinking about partying it up hxc after the last exam tomorrow

and getting super drunk and maybe puking out my anxiety all over the backseat of my car

but then i remember i kind of HATE drinking 

and can be an idiot / dance like one, without alcohol

in fact, alcohol doesn't really affect my horrid dancing skills that much

except maybe makes me think im a marginally better one 

i wish i had more to say but ive been locked in my room for the past two weeks because i feel too guilty going out instead of staying home learning about how Freud thinks that guilt is the reason we can't ever be truly happy and kids want to fuck their mothers

thats another thing ive wanted to complain about for a while but keep forgetting to 

take a second to process that last sentence. i have to remind myself of things that i need to complain about.

i have to learn primarily about old men who lived a long long fucking time ago 

and what they think about the world

at least this year anyways because i decided to take a lot of philosophy classes for some reason even though i almost flunked out of school when my major was philosophy

who am i kidding i almost flunked out when my major was business too

i've had three different majors in five years 

point: 

all these old dead men had a affinity for fucking little boys

and no one would listen to pedophiles thoughts today 

and so i feel kind of angry that i have to hear what these guys think now

because all i can think about is the kids they butt fucked

on that happy note:

picture(s) of the day:

this is the gnome my mom saw in the garbage put out for the garbage men of a random person living on my street, and at 7 in the morning on her way to work decided to ring the doorbell of to ask if she could please take the gnome. they let her. it now lives in my backyard waiting for the opportune time to kill me. most likely while i sleep.

The Rainbow. this picture does it no justice whatsoever. it was a complete rainbow and i couldn't fit it all in my camera view. so i took a video of it. on my computer i have a video of a rainbow. the most amazing rainbow i have ever seen.

SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. boy genius of the behavioral analysis unit at the FBI.  also the love of my life apart from matthew. 

Quote of the day: 

Always be yourself .... unless you suck.

-Joss Whedon